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rns ( real nigga shit ) - gc lyrics

[ hook ]
( g-c )
i’m aiming for the money man i want a lot of commas
got yo ho next to me, gave her my anaconda
blazing on that marijuana
watch me pull out the llama
don’t f-ck around, i swear to god that you don’t wanna
on some real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t, real n-gga sh-t
on some real n-gga sh-t
real n-gga sh-t (x3)
on some real n-gga sh-t

[ verse ]
( g-c )

ain’t sh-t funny till i shoot you in your funny bone
if you claim that you a king, i’ll get yo -ss overthrown
my flow so ill, need to go see a specialist
let the nina sing n-gga, she’s the best vocalist
real n-gga sh-t these rappers mad cause they can’t spit
have the game look you in the eye and tell you, your dismissed
you’re going extinct, that mean your rapper career won’t exist
i bring fear to these n-ggas, make em want to go see a therapist
why yall worried about me, like george quit being so curious
i’m heading to the top feeling victorious
my flow’s ill, no antidote
you a amateur, i’m going pro
i keep it real, i keep it true
beat up the beat, physical abuse
i am a god, they calling me zeus
i love the green, they calling me bruce
you a scary -ss n-gga looking like a p-ss in boots
i’ll k!ll yo -ss, i ain’t scared to shoot
then i’ll rap about it when i’m in the booth
i go hard, i don’t go smooth
got that loud pack, yo sh-t on mute
g-c, watch me make it to the mainstream
you sleeping on me, thinking you winning like n-gga wake up its just a dream
cuz we all have one like dr.king

[ hook ]

[ verse 2 ]
( jc dolla )

real n-gga sh-t
i got some real n-ggas with
if you talking about this money,then n-gga say what up
i got choppers, i got nine’s, i got n-ggas on the roof
i got kush, i got white, i got cars that got no roof
see my n-ggas say w-ssup, real n-gga here salute
i don’t f-ck with fake n-ggas only felons thats the truth
cpd be on my d-ck but i don’t give a f-ck
n-ggas talking like they want it bet ill bang, that’ll shut em up
see i’m all about my money, b-tch i’m all about my guap
you don’t see me saving hoes, you can catch me on my block
sh-t i put this on my city, always down to hit a stain
i don’t f-ck with new n-ggas, my circle still the same
this that real n-gga sh-t
hit the block then see w-ssup
got a couple bad hoes, you know we finna f-ck
then its back to getting money n-gga, do this sh-t for fun (2x)

[ hook ]

- gc lyrics

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